lynnwood

he says i'm dying& now i knowa life worth livingain't worth living it wellif a life worth givingis worth giving it hellwhen ya play that harmonicai hear the most painful of memorieslike a wing clipped birdthat misses the treeswhen you're out on the roadi know the worst will comelike a bus full of drunkardsasking for directions to the sunwhen you're out amongst the seaweedi know the land will lock me downlike a misguided saviorrunning out on this townwhen you're riding white horsesi know the darkest day has arrivedlike a man without a fatheronly the child surviveshe says i'm dying& now i knowa life worth livingain't worth living it wellif a life worth givingis worth giving it hell